Good Trade
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in
Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of
the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car
and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of
thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small
talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking at
everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a
white bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman
Sally looked down at the white bag and said, "It's a box of
chocolates. I got it for my husband".
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then
speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said:
"Good trade."
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in
Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of
the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car
and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of
thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small
talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking at
everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a
white bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman
Sally looked down at the white bag and said, "It's a box of
chocolates. I got it for my husband".
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then
speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said:
"Good trade."